I thought it over, in a quite room What about it, what about the dream Of the future, looking much better Wonder what is on the other side When we get there, if we do make it Better than it's been before... Think about it, would we be the same Working at it, will we fall again For the same lines and the same reasons Would we let them take us for a ride By the next time and the time after Won't be any time at all No there won't be any time at all... 'cause all we really wanna do is what we really wanna do and do it all the day But we never ever think about it, life goes on and on, gets in the way Everybody does the same old thingAnd goes ahead and does it anyway... Write a letter to a magazine Talk about it, talk about the dream Of the future, looking much better Wonder what is on the other side By the next time and the time after Won't be any time at all No there won't be any time at all... 'cause all we really wanna do is what we really wanna do and do it all the day But we never ever think about it, life goes on and on, gets in the way All we really wanna do is What we wanna do and do it all the day But we never ever think about it, life goes on and on, gets in the way...